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A quick preview of "Coming In Third". Will likely go up at SOL and Lush tomorrow, with a release at Lit whenever they get around to it LOL It's been pretty inconsistent there lately. ================================== Dave caught up with his friendsâ€™ go-carts when they slowed down after finishing the race, and prepared himself. â€œGetting rusty, there,â€ was Willâ€™s first jibe. Carl opened with, â€œComing in third isnâ€™t bad.â€ â€œExcept when thereâ€™s only three,â€ Will finished. Dave grinned and shook his head. â€œHa ha. Excuse me for getting a real job and not spending all my weekends here, like you two losers.â€ â€œLosers? Werenâ€™t you paying attention? We won,â€ Carl taunted. â€œSpeaking of paying,â€ Will said. â€œYouâ€™ll be paying for lunch, I believe.â€ Dave pulled off his helmet. â€œYou see, thatâ€™s where I win. If Iâ€™d beaten you idiots, Iâ€™d be eating lunch off the dollar menu at McDonalds. At least this way, I get a decent meal.â€ â€œYeah, yeah, moneybags,â€ Carl teased. The three had fallen into the easy comradery almost instantly, despite not having seen each other in five years. They continued to joke and taunt each other as they returned the go-carts, and all the way to the diner Will and Carl had chosen for their victory meal. Having just finalized a bitter divorce, it was exactly what Dave needed to lift his spirits. He knew why they had chosen the diner and not Red Lobster the moment they walked into the place. All the servers were hot young girls. Hardly one to argue with that choice, he enjoyed the scenery while they ate and caught up. Their server was a strawberry blonde with big tits, and she brushed up against him more than once during her frequent stops at their table. She was flirting for tips, but she was also giving great service, so it was going to work on him. â€œAnything else I can do for you?â€ she asked on her next stop. â€œThanks, but I think weâ€™re good,â€ Dave said. â€œYou can bring the check.â€ â€œBack in a jiff,â€ she answered before strutting back to the counter. â€œThereâ€™s something she can do for me. Damn,â€ Will muttered. â€œYou know, I hate you sometimes, Dave. Bet you could be in her pants in three seconds if you wanted.â€ Dave shrugged, put on an exaggerated expression of confidence, and said, â€œWhat can I say?â€ â€œAsshole,â€ Will chuckled. Then Carl asked, â€œDo you know who that is?â€ Dave and Will both shook their heads. â€œThatâ€™s Amy Farberâ€™s daughter, Caitlin,â€ Carl explained. In an instant, the nagging sense of recognition that had struck Dave the moment she walked over to the table made sense. â€œOh, shit,â€ Will said. â€œAmy Farber. You banged her and her mom.â€ It was the incident that had forever cemented Daveâ€™s reputation as the biggest player in town, all those years ago. He had dated Amy for a couple of months, and theyâ€™d gotten into an argument over something he couldnâ€™t remember, resulting in her breaking up with him. That night, heâ€™d happened upon her hot mom exiting a bar, and one thing had led to another. Amy had shown up at his place to apologize just as her mother was leaving with an unmistakable, freshly-fucked look about her. Carl said, â€œJust turned eighteen five days ago.â€ Dave said, â€œDamn, Carl. Keeping track, are you?â€ They all chuckled briefly, but stifled it and tried to look natural because Caitlin was returning to the table. She handed over the check, and Dave wrote down a thirty-five percent tip before handing it back, along with his credit card. Caitlinâ€™s eyes â€“ and her smile â€“ both widened when she took the check back to the counter. â€œGive her your number?â€ Will asked. â€œAs if I need the drama of an eighteen-year-old,â€ Dave answered. â€œGot enough of that from my ex-wife.â€ â€œWhat drama?â€ Carl asked suggestively. â€œYouâ€™re only in town for the weekend. A day of drama for a piece of that sounds like a good deal.â€ They all laughed, and Dave couldnâ€™t resist a good look at her swaying ass when she left the table after returning his card, but messing around with a barely legal teenager was not in his game plan for the weekend. Heading back to Carlâ€™s house for a couple of beers was.
This isn't even completely done, ( have to finish the final sex scene and the closer ) let alone edited, but since It's been so long since I've released anything, I thought I'd tease the next story coming out as Les Lumens: "Pawnographic" *********************** It was another long day at the pawn shop. I thought at least once a day about selling it or getting someone else to run the damn place, but I couldnâ€™t do it. My grandfather had started it, and then my dad kept it going. I couldnâ€™t bring myself to break the chain when he passed away. Seeing my neighbor shut off his hose and put his hands on his hips when I pulled into the drive at home didnâ€™t brighten my mood any. â€œWhy donâ€™t you take care of your lawn?â€ he complained as I climbed out of the car. I walked to the door and answered, â€œThe grass is three inches tall.â€ â€œIâ€™m tired of having to deal with all your dandelion seeds. You need to dig those things up like any responsible person. The whole neighborhood...â€ I closed the door, cutting off the rest of his tirade and muttered, â€œIâ€™ll dig them up and shove them up your ass.â€ Another beautiful day in the neighborhood. I took a shower, whipped up some grub, and then kicked back to watch some t.v. Same old, same old. I ended up dozing off at some point, and woke up in the middle of Fallonâ€™s monologue. The guyâ€™s better than Leno, but I was raised on Carson. Thereâ€™s just no comparison. I shut him off and headed upstairs to bed. The last thing I needed was to sleep all night in the chair and wake up as stiff as a board. Still half asleep, I stripped down to my boxers, shut off the light, and turned toward the bed. Thatâ€™s when something moving in my peripheral vision drew my attention to the window. I stood there in the darkness of my room, hypnotized by the sight of my neighborâ€™s twenty-year-old blonde daughter. She was right in front of her window with the lights on. The contrast of the darkness surrounding that window focused my attention, as if I needed any help in that. She lifted her arms over her head, stretched, and yawned. The tight top she was wearing clung to her like a second skin, giving me a hell of a show as her breasts lifted from her stretch. She ran her fingers through her hair before letting her hands drop back to her side. Her parents made me want to pull my hair out. Cammie made me want to pull something else. I finally snapped out of it, and the dirty old man shame washed over me. Embarrassed by my behavior, I shook my head and closed my eyes for a second. The mistake I made was opening them before turning away. She grabbed the tail of her top just as my eyes opened, and in a flash, sheâ€™d pulled it over her head. I had a couple of blissful seconds to drink in the sight of her perky breasts before she tossed her top aside and walked away from the window. I have no idea how long I stood there with my eyes bugging out and my mouth hanging open. Even after she vanished from sight, I could still see her in my mindâ€™s eye.
I started writing this immediately after "One Incredible Costume", but ended up deciding that it didn't really feel like a sequel without the costume element. When I looked at the almost finished copy today, I decided to go ahead and release it as a website exclusive. It's in editing now, so here's a quick preview. ================== When I stepped into my bedroom on the Monday after Halloween, there was a surprise waiting for me. My face warmed and I quickly closed the door upon seeing a pair of red and black panties lying on my pillow. It was a very tangible reminder of All Hallowâ€™s night, when my daughterâ€™s best friend had seduced me into a night of wild sex. She had been wearing those panties as part of her costume, and I could vividly remember peeling them off her. Though Amy had spent a fair amount of time at the house over the weekend, she hadnâ€™t provided the slightest clue of what had happened between us. I was glad for it, because the last thing I wanted was for my daughter Dani to find out. Amy had put on such a good show that I was beginning to believe she was trying to forget about it. The panties dissuaded me of that notion. I was wondering when sheâ€™d snuck in and left them when I noticed a folded piece of paper next to them. I crossed the room, picked it up, and let out a chuckle when I saw the imprint of her lips at the bottom of the note. It read, A little something to remind you. I hardly needed anything to remind me of that unbelievable night, but the sight of them certainly brought it back to me in even more vivid detail. I ran my fingers over the satiny crotch before picking them up and could almost feel the heat of her pussy beneath. After adjusting my stiffened member, I put away both the panties and the note in the top drawer of my nightstand. After changing out of my work clothes into a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, I made dinner and kicked back on the couch. The DVR had a nice selection of things Iâ€™d recorded waiting for me, leaving me with no shortage of entertainment for the evening. Dani and Amy came in the front door at a little after five, when my daughter got off work. They both said hello as they passed by, much as they had done hundreds of times before. I expected Dani to take a shower, and then the pair of them would head out on the town. As expected, I looked over my shoulder when I heard her bedroom door open and saw Dani walk into the bathroom. The door had no more closed than Amy stepped out into the hall. Our eyes met and she smiled as she walked toward me. Entranced by the swaying of her hips, I couldnâ€™t keep my eyes off her. â€œSo, did you see them yet?â€ she asked as she sat down next to me. â€œYes.â€ I nodded toward the bathroom. â€œDani could come out any minute.â€ Amy scoffed at that and said, â€œSheâ€™s going to be in there at least twenty minutes. I thought about leaving them for you that night, but eww. I washed them. Hope you donâ€™t mind.â€ I shook my head, and then said the only thing that came to mind. â€œThank you.â€ She moaned and said, â€œThank you. I swear Iâ€™ve had nothing but lousy sex lately. Until the other night, that is. You really got me good.â€ â€œSame here,â€ I said. I was having a great deal of trouble keeping my hands off her. â€œThere was something I wanted to do that night, but I got interrupted. Not that I minded. But I still want to.â€ A groaning sigh escaped me as her hand settled in my lap. Just the sight of her had started my manhood rising, but that touch hastened it tenfold. â€œI really want to suck you off,â€ she said while caressing my erection. She leaned in closer, her voice a whisper directly in my ear. â€œI want you to explode in my mouth. I love that.â€ â€œChrist, Amy,â€ I groaned. She chuckled while worming her fingers beneath my sweats and underwear. â€œAmy, Dani could come out and see us.â€ â€œWhat?â€ she said, ignoring the warning to wrap her fingers around my cock. â€œThe chance we could get caught doesnâ€™t turn you on?â€ As I throbbed in her grasp, there was no denying that was true. â€œYou donâ€™t think I can suck you off before she comes out? That sounds like a challenge.â€ A turn of her wrist pushed down my pants enough to expose the swollen head of my cock sticking out of her hand. I had every intention of stopping her. That was still my plan even as her head dipped into my lap. It didnâ€™t happen.